Villain Ch 1742. Desert Market
Sometimes the market in Hell's Gate felt more alive than the actual battles. Here, in this desert square of stone, life exploded in the weirdest ways. He could walk through one alley and hear three different guilds negotiating underground PvP events, while someone else stood on a table spamming "MEAT PIES 500g – FULL BUFF – CHEWY GUARANTEED" in all caps.
Allen kept walking. No rush. Just browsing. This market was less crowded than Ront city, yet… peaceful. Less people who recognized him. Not to mention his new current disguise gave him just enough edge to be noticed by wary newbies, but not enough notoriety to spark whispers.
It let him breathe.
He strolled past a vendor with a chalkboard sign reading.
"Cursed Jewelry! May or May Not Eat Your Fingers!"
